Follow the voice

You move towards the dance floor, your feet moving on their own, as you get closer.

Around you, dancers grind and move in a swirling mass, ecstatically writhing to the thumping bass. Your cock tents a bulge in your tight pants, straining against its constraints. The beat causes it to pulse, your heart racing in time, a sheen of sweat forming on your face, your neck, and your arms. You flow along with the bodies around you, less dancing and more being swept along a near liquid current. The scent of the sweat, the perfume, and the raw sex of the people dancing around you becomes intoxicating making your head begin to spin. Women, men, it makes no difference, the pheromones releasing a burst of sexual haze you can almost taste - salty, and honey sweet.

You almost forget why you moved into the crowd, but then the voice whispers again, louder now -

"Come closer..."

You nearly jump, chills running across your skin, and you almost cum in your pants.

The crowd ripples, and parts, drawn unconsciously by an unseen hand. There, in the center of the room, you see her. She stands, taller than many around her, wreathed in mist that glows like flame. You barely see her face, hidden in shadow, but her violet eyes glitter preternaturally through the dim lighting. Her dark crimson hair cascades off perfect shoulders. A sheer scarlet mini gown wraps around large, rounded breasts, pert nipples standing proudly visible beneath the thin fabric. The dress opens in front to display a smooth, gently curved belly, tapering down deliciously. A glittering jeweled fringe skirt wraps around beautifully full hips, shifting and swaying between her legs, teasing the barest glimpse of whats beneath. Your eyes follow her long, toned, tan legs down to her tight, shiny thigh high spiked boots.

As you gaze on her entrancing beauty, you catch the scent of incense in the air. You draw closer, slowly, as she reaches out a hand to you, beckoning. You can feel invisible fingers run along your cock as she curves her fingers. You shudder, almost falling to your knees. A moan escapes your lips, and as you do so, you see a smile form on her luscious, pouty lips.

The music throbs, muted, in the background like a binaural pulse. Around her, the dancers grind closer, groping and fondling, fingers entwining and grasping crotches and asses, finding any orifice to tease and touch. They moan in chorus, a melody of lust in time with the beat.

You find yourself now standing before her, seeing nothing around you but her beauty. You sense immediately that she is no ordinary mortal woman - her presence, her beauty, her allure, her power is clearly felt. Its a feeling you have never felt before.

Your cock is aching for release. You've never been this aroused before. No stripper, no porn, no partner has ever so completely overwhelmed all of your senses like this before.